He fends his tempeft, roaring loud,
And finks them in the feas.

6 Oft hate our fathers told:
Our eyes have often fcen

How weh our God fecures the fold'
Where his own theen have been.
7 In ev'ry new diftrefs

We'll to his House repair,
We'll think upon his wond'rous grace,
And feek deliv'rance there,

The beauty of the Church; or, Golpel-avorship and

orders

FAR as thy name is known

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The world declares thy praife!

Thy faints, O Lord, before thy throng,
Their fongs of honor raise.

2 With joy, let Judah ftand

On Sion & chofen hill,

Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,

3

And counfels of thy will.

Let frangers walk around

The city where we dwell,

Compafs and view thine holy ground,
And mark the building well.

4 The orders of thy houfe,

The worship of thy court,

The cheerful fongs, the folemn vows,
And make a fair report.

5 How decent and how wife!
How glor'cus to behold!

Beyond the pomp which charms the eyes,
And rites adorn'd with gold.

6 The God we worship now

Will guide us till we dic,

Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the fky.

PSALM XLIX. Firft part.

Pride and death; or, The vanity of life and riches.

THY doth the man of riches grow

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To infolence and pride,

To fee his wealth and honors flow
With ev'ry riling tide ?

[2Why doth he treat the poor with fcorn,

Made of the feif-iate clay,

And boast, as though his fleth were born
Of better duft than they

3

Not all his treafure can procure
Ilis fou a fhort r-prieve,

Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

14 Life is a bleffing can't be fold;
The raulom is too high

Juftice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.j

5

He fes the bruifh and the wife,
The sim'rous and the brave

Qait their pofl. us, ciole their eyes,
And noften to the grave..

6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,

• My houfe that ever itland:

And that my name may long abide, "I'll give it to my land!"

7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are loft, How foon bla mem', y cies !

His name is written in the duft

Where Lis own. Jurcate lies,

8 This is the folly of their way;
And, yet, their fons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers fay,
And at their works again.

9

Men void of wildom and of grace,
If honor raife them high,

Live like a beaft, a thoughtless race,
And like a beaft they die.

[10 Laid in the grave, like filthy fheep,
Death feeds upon them there,

Till the laft trumpet breaks their fleep
In terror and defpair.]

PSALM XLIX. Second part. Com. metre.

Death and the Refurrection.

YE fons of price, who hate the juft

And trample on the poor,

When death has brought you down to duft,
Your pomp fhall rife no more.

2 The laft great day fhall change the fcene!
When will that hour appear?
When fhall the just revive, and reign
O'er all who fcorn'd them here?
3 God will my naked foul receive,
When fep'rate from the flesh!
And break the prifon of the grave
To raise my bones afresh."

4 Heav'n is my everlasting home,
The inheritance is fure;

Let men of pride their rage refume,
But I'il repine no more.

PSALM XLIX. Long metre.

The rich finners' death, and the faints' resurrection. HY do the proud infult the poor,

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And boast the large estates they have ?

How vain are riches to fecure

Their haughty owners from the grave!
2 They can't redeem one hour from death,
With all the wealth in which they trust
Nor give a dying brother breath,
When God commands him down to duft.

3 There the dark earth and difmal fhade
Shall clafp their naked bodies round;
That flesh fo delicately fed,

Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.
4 Like thoughtlefs fheep the finner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to cat;
The faints thail in the morning rife,
And find th' oppreffor at their feet.
.< His honors perish in the 'uft.
Ami pomp, and beauty, birth and blood;
That glorious day exalts the just
To fuil dominion o'er the proud.

6 My Saviour fhall my life reftore,
And raife me from my dark abode :
My flesh and feul thall part no more:
But dwell forever near my God.

PSALM L. First part. Common metre.
The last ludgment; or, the Saints rewarded.

HE Lord, the Judge, before his throne

THE

earth draw nigh,

The nations near the rifing fun,

And near the western iky

2 No more frail bold blafphemers fay Judgment will ne'er begin;

No more abufe his long delay

To impudence and fin.

3 Thron'd on a cloud our God fhall come, Bright flames prepare his way,

Thunder and darkness, fire and ftorm
Lead on the dreadful day.

4 Heav'n from above his call fhall hear,
Attending angels come;

And earth and heil fhall know, and fear,
His justice and their deom.

5

"But gather all my faints (he cries) "Who made their peace with God "By the Redeemer s facrifice,

"Who feal'd it with their blood.

6" Their faith and works, brought forth to light "S all make the world confefs "My fentence of reward is right, "And Heav'n adore my grace."

PSALM L. Second part. Common metre. Obedience is better than facrifice. the fpacious fields

HUS faith the Lord,

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"And flocks and herds are mine.

"O'er all the cattle of the hills

"I claima right divine.

2 "I afk no fheep for facrifice,
"Nor bullocks burnt with fire;
"To hope and love, to pray and praife,
Is all which I require.

3" Call upon me, when trouble's near, "My hand fhall fet thee free;

"Then fhall thy thankful lips declare "The honor due to me.

4 "The man who offers humble praise, "He glorifies me beft:

"And those who tread my holy ways "Shall my fatvation tafte."

PSALM L. Third part. Com. metre.

The Judgment of Hypocrites.

WHEN

THEN Chrift to judgment doth defcend
And faints furround their Lord,